After Rong Qi delivered her opening statement, the murmuring below never ceased.
Sheng Jian frowned as he watched Rong Qi on the stage, enduring a barrage of questions from all sides, his hand clenched tightly over his chest.
On the stage, Rong Qi, dressed simply, maintained her composure, her cool demeanor and defiant stance evident.
'How similar she is to Chu Jing! In the past, when Chu Jing was questioned, she would stand like this, quietly listening to the end, leaving it to her mood to respond or not. If she felt good, she'd briefly explain to those people; if not, she'd proceed with her experiments as if nothing had happened.' Sheng Jian thought.
Watching Rong Qi's slender figure standing on the stage, Sheng Jian suddenly felt a twinge of sympathy.
"Mr. Sheng, are you nervous?"
Suddenly, a head popped up beside Sheng Jian, interrupting his thoughts.
